The end of Mark, the beginning of summer

Quick update on Mark:

We talked on Friday. He told me he wanted to marry me on Saturday. We spent Sunday with his family. By Tuesday, he informed me that he loved me, but he wasn't in love with me. (Seriously, do people still say that?)

The good news is that this time I did not go on a two-day bender. It hurts, it sucks, but frankly it wasn't as bad as I expected it to be. I haven't figured out why though. Maybe I wasn't in love with him either. Maybe it was just nice having someone miss me when I wasn't around. Or maybe I'm just so worn out that I can't fight anymore.

Also, it's summertime in the south and I bought a cute sundress. If there's anything that feels like hope to me, it's a cute sundress in summertime.

Update number two:
The zipper on the sundress broke and Mark's birthday is tomorrow. Ugh.

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Libërty said...

Put a button on it!!


The beginning of a new season is always a great time to spread those wings...

GreenCanary said...

The "I love you but I'm not 'in love' with you," line is a one-way ticket to a full-on ass-kicking. Seriously, kick his ass. If you don't want to, I will. Just tell me where he is. I'll do it right now.

Your Ill-fitting Overcoat said...

Why are their birthdays always at the most inopportune times?? ALWAYS.

Susan Walsh said...

I stumbled onto your blog and I love it! And I love how Green Canary is down for some ass-kicking. I blog about relationships in the hookup culture and you might like: "The Girls' Kickass Guide to Surviving a Breakup"


I'm also posting playlists for each of the stages of relationship grief, b/c when you've had your heart broken, music = therapy.

I wish you all the best.